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Masonic journal : a Masonic and family weekly. volume (Greensboro, N.C.) 1875-18??, November 11, 1875, Image 1

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1 GIIEENSEORO THURSDAY, NOYEMBER 11, 1875 POETRY. Footsteps on the Other Side. Sitting in niy iiumbie doorway, Gazing out into the niglit, Li-^tening to tiie stonny tumult Withaldndof sad delirlit, ait 1 for the lo\ed tvho comes not, One wiiose steps I long to liear; One who. though he lingers fi-om me, Still is dearest of tiled ar. Soft he comes—now, heart bo quiet, Leaping in triumphant pride— Oh, it is a stranger footstep. Gone by on the other side 1 Horton's house she bent her energies to j soften the anger We evinced for his i daughter, but Edward Horton’s character was t,®o stern and obstinate to yield even to the persua.sions of his beautiful wife and Mrs. Horton was forced to confess All the mgiit seems filled with weeping. Will Is are wailing m ■ui-ufidly ; And tile rain-tears altogetlier Journey to t.he restless sea. I can fancy, sea. you murmur. As they with yo tr wators tlow, Like the grief of single beings Making up a nation’s wo Branches, bid your guests, be silent! Hiisha momcut, fretful rain ! Breeze, stop sighing, let me listen-- God grant not again ill vtiin ! In mv cheek the blood is rosy. Like tlie blusif's of a bride— .Toy!—ala.s, a stranger footstep Goes by on the other side ! that she had utterly failed to move her husband’s heart with pity toward poor Margaret. The man who became the hnsband of Margaret Horton had only :wo qualities tliat could recommend him to favora.ble notice. He loved his wife, and he was remarkably amiable But he was one of those persons who drift along in the world without aim or object. He had no means ami as soon as he realized the new respon sibilities he had assumed, instead of going to work like a man, he sat down and com menced to refine. This state of things had the effect of throwing Margaret upon a sick bed. -Mrs. Morton being apprised of the sit nation of iter step-dau liter, immediately brought the matter to the notice of her husband, but when he had listened to her appeal he turned awav, forbidding her to mention the matter again in his hear- directions to the servants. Rising hastily he walked into the parlor. ‘What a lovely night it is,’ exclaimed Mrs. Horton.T took a run down to the meadow, and I declare that I almost wished to remain out of doors till morn ing ing. All, how many wait forever For the stejis that do not come ! Wait until the pitying angels Bear them lo a peacel'nt homo. Many in the still of inidiiiglit, In the streets have lain a id died, While the sound of huinan footsteps Went by on the other side. How He was Con!T[uered. BY PAUL PBUME. Edward Horton sat in his solitary apart ment one evening in June, and gazed over the beautiful landscape presented to his eyes with anything but pleased counte nance. His face wore a gloomy aspect, and he moved about in his seat with a quick and nervous motion. Mr. Horton was a man of large wealth, the greater part of his fortune having fal len to him by inheritance. Before he had reached middle life his wife had died, and it was not until the daughter she had borne him had attained her seventeenth year that Edward ITorton married again. The day that he again entered the matri monial state, Margaret Horton, to show her displeasure at the act, eloped with a young gentleman named Cantwell, and married him in a neigh boring town, Mr. Horton was a proud and stern man .and sometimes apt to be overbearing in his conduct. This act of his daughters aroused all the ire of his nature, and he vowed that he would never recog nize her again as his child, neither should she ever inherit a penny of his "wealth. The lady who became the second wife Edward Horton was a kind hearted and sensible woman. She was very pret ty, veiy accomplished, and yc.ung enough to have been Mr. Horton’s daughter. Froni the iBoiaent she entered Mr. The evening we introduce him to the reader, his wife 'nad just left him. For sometime past she had been in the habit of absenting herself fora short time every evening, and Edward Horton had bugnn to torture nimself with doubts that made him exceedingly unhappy. Could it be that his wife was growing tireh of his society? Every evening she managed to glide away from his presence unobserved, and never did she in the most distant way, all iide to the fact or its cause. His nature was too proud to jierrait him to question her upon the subject, fcr that would have been a sort of admission that he was jealous, and not for all his wealth doubled would he have acknowledged such a thing. The evening in question was cle.ar and pleasant Away in the west a pale and solitary star twinkled in the blue sky, and the birds weie still twittering their good night among the leafy boughs as Edwaid j Horton, enable to endure the suspense which racked his heart.seized bis hat, and rushed down the only path by which his wife could leave the grounds. Throw ing himself beneath some white thorn hushes he waited patiently for events. An hour passed, and the clocks from the stee ples of the city struck harshly upon his ear. He gazed toward the town a half mile away and wondered if his wife had gone there. Unable to solve the mental question, he walked back slowly to his house, and look ed carelessly about the room. His wife was nowhere to be seen. Disgusted with all he saw about him, and out of temper and reason, he went in to a summer-house and threw himself up on a bench, and was quickly absorbed in his thoughts. Scarcely had he begun to annoy himself with conjectures, ere he heard the voice of his wife giving some Eilward Horton gave a sort of grunt, at which his wife laughed. ‘Why couldn't she have asked me to ac company her ?’ he thought, bal he diii not utter it. The ne.xt evening Mr. Horton’s mind was in a tumult of anxiety. He was wait ing to see if his wife would disappear again. A servant brought him a card; there was a gentleman who wished to see him. ‘Why could not people call during Ihe day ?' he muttered as he went out to meet the stranger. It was only a person who came to .solic it a subscription to a new.spaper whose principles Edward Horton thoroughly de tested. He snapped the canvasser up so sharply tt-at he shut his book and left the house in a hurry. When Mr Horton re entered the parlor his v.dfe was uo longer there. This state of things could not go on forever. There must be a termination sooner or later. Mr. Horton walked out upon the piazza, and met one of the ser vants. 'Where is Mrs. Horton?' he asked. 'Don’t know sir,' replied the woman. ‘See if you can find her, and tell her I wish to speak to her,’ he said. After a few minutes the girl returned and said that Mrs. Horton must be out, as she could hot discover her. ■- Hardly had she done speaking when Mrs. Horton appeared upon the scene. Her husband’s brow grew dark as he re marked : ‘Down to the meadow again this even cattle from the noonday sun. Mr. Horton and his wife seated themselves upon a large stone and were about to open con versation, when a man spr. ng up from behind one of the trees and ran away with all his speed Edward Horton jumped to his feet, anti drawing a pistol from his pocket he lev eled it at the retrealiiig figure. Just as lu.s wife struck his arm the weapion dis charged. ‘What do you mean by that ?’ he asked, looking his wife full in the face, it was still light enough to see her eyes. ‘Woubl you murder a fellow creature for simply being beneath your trees? I dare say it was some poor tramp who in tended sleeping here,’ said his wife, ‘How do yon know that?’ replied Mr. Horton. 'Suppose you had been coming here alone, the fellow might, have assault ed you. In future I wi.sh you would avoid this spot unless some one is witli you.’ ‘I never feel any timidity,’ rejilied Mrs. Horton. ‘No one will molest me I assure you.- ing ‘You have guessed correctly,' replied Mrs. Horton. ‘What in the w'orld can yon find to in terest you there .?’ asked her husband. ‘Oh 1 it’s only my fancy. I love the solitude, the chirping of the crickets, the croak of the frogs in the far off pond, and all the poetry which nature brings with the hour,’ replied his wife. If Edward Horton was satisfied with the Explanation, he didn’t look so. But he dropped the subject and for several evening,? his wife paid no more visits to the meadow. One evening Mr. Horton announced his intention of taking a walk to the meadow, and asked his wife to accompany him. At first she tried to excuse herself, but fi nally acquiesced in her husband’s request Mr. Horton thought or fancied that her cheek grew pale as she took his arm. Her step too seemed leas firm, and she was re markably silent, and only spoke when an swering his questions. At length they reached a clump of ma ple trees that stood in the centre of the meadow, and served as a shelter to the Whatever thoughts occupied Edward Horton s mind du iitg his walk homeward his tongue never uttered a reproach to the woman who hung upon lii.s arm ; but the following afternoon he left hi.s hou,-,e say ing that he would not return until late at night. When twilight fell he was safely en sconced Irom view behind a thicket that grew in full view of the grove in the meadow. Once or twice be placed his Hand in his breast pocket until his fingers clenched the stock of his pistol, at which he smiled with a sinister pleas ure. t Darkness at length fell upon the earth, and he started when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. By and by a man pas,sed so close to him that he Cuuld hear his breathing. He proceeded to the maple tree.s, where he halted The stars gave just enough light for Horton to keep the stranger in .si^ht, Suddenly he saw a white figure coming across the green sward. There was no mistaking that form. A strange sensation came over him as he saw his wife meet the .stranger. The cordial manner in which they shook hands sent a thrill of jeaJousv through his heart, and he was on the pointof con fronting them, when a second thought determined him to make himself further acquainted with these noctural meetings. Mrs. Horton took the man’s arm and thev hastened awiy toward the city, the hus'- band cautiously following and never los ing sight of them. At length they stopped before a small cottage, and rapping at the door, entered" A moment later Edward Horton, with pale cheeks and straiaing eyes, had his face at the window. The sight that met his gaze.caused him to feel a disdain for himself so utter that he fain would have reeled away from the spot had not curi osity kept him fast. Margaret wis sitting in a chair, looking very feeble and sick. Her husband who had entered with Mrs. Horton had seated himself near her side, and her step mother was kissing a yonng babe, just as Edward Horton pieered under the blinds. (2b ?ithpage.) % 6:1

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